Though you did now have the added thrill of possessing a pair of your mom's panties while you jerked off to old photo sets of her body dressed up like a schoolgirl - as well as more recent lesbian scenes with Summer Rain (hoping in some small way to make up for what you missed at the house house) - after the really great day you'd had together, you now found that simply watching her on your computer as 'Amber Knights' no longer did it for you the way it had before. She was still unbelievably hot of course and you had no problem getting it up, it was just that somehow there was some sort of disconnect, as if you'd suddenly realized that this performance, this persona was just that - an act she was putting on for thousands (if not millions) of guys. There was nothing personal there between you. She was just an adult actress doing a job (a job that she clearly loved, but a job none the less), unlike when you saw her for real, when the two of you actually made real life physical contact and she was allowed to be herself - which was a smart, funny, caring and exceptionally beautiful woman...that also just so happened to be your mother.
It was somewhat of a turn up for the books for you admittedly, having for the last month or so now been totally contented with watching your mom acting like a complete whore in her videos - the fact that you knew it was really her sucking on a gigantic cock or eating some other chick's pussy having been a total thrill. Now though, it just left you feeling frustrated. Even the replies you'd received directly from her on her website (which was about the closest to the actual real her you were ever likely to get in the porn world) no longer seemed quite as arousing, due to the fact that you'd much rather just talk to her as you normally would, as mother and son, instead of under the pretense of being two entirely different people.
Not that you could really do much about it though you realized, having no intention of coming out and telling her just how attracted you were to her body (nor how often you jerked off over it), well aware of how no son should be thinking of his mom that way, and of how mortified she'd be. You didn't want that, loving your mom way too much to risk damaging your relationship - the highlight of your days right now being just about any time she would come over to visit, or you would go to visit her. And sure, it would be pretty amazing to actually get to hang out with some of her super sexy porno friends and see how she acted in that environment, but admittedly none of that really mattered just so long as you got to spend time with your mom - today having really shown you just how awesome and important that was.
With this new found appreciation of your mother, you spent the best part of the next two days waiting patiently to hear from her again - recalling what she'd said about making "it up to you" for ditching you in favor of Summer (not that she really had much choice). Unfortunately no call came, and growing somewhat impatient, you tried calling her, without much success. With few options left to you then, being rather **** to see her (as well as return the panties you now felt extremely guilty about taking), when Sunday morning arrived and you'd still heard no word, you decided to take a little impromptu drive over to hers, hoping that she wouldn't mind.
Hoping into your new car then, you quickly made your way across town to her house, where you spotted (just as you were about to press the buzzer on the gate) another car already sitting there in her drive. Realizing that your mom already had company left you in somewhat of a conundrum - wondering to yourself whether you should still proceed, or if you should just cut your losses and turn round. Your mom had made it perfectly clear after all that she really didn't want her 'family life' colliding with her 'porn star life', and you knew she'd be pissed if you showed up now. On the other hand though, you had just driven all this way, and you did really want to see her...
"I guess I could always just hang around outside and wait for them to leave," you said to yourself after a good few minutes, figuring that at least that way you still got to see your mom without interrupting anything - as well as allowing you another rare glimpse of one of her new friends.
Backing up then and parking yourself just across the street (so that you had a good view of the front gate and anyone coming out it), you sat there for what must have been close to two hours waiting for the car to leave, with only the radio and the occasional text from Randall to amuse yourself with. Eventually it did though, and hearing the gate suddenly start to open, you jumped up in your seat and peered out of the window, just in time to see some incredibly tanned and square jawed, muscular dude, with short black hair and a big shit-eating grin painted across his face pull out in a flashy silver sports car. "Who the hell is that?" you wondered, trying to recall some of the names of your mom's male friends, but failing rather miserably. He wasn't a fellow porn star - or at least you hadn't seen him and your mom in any scenes together - could he maybe be her web master, or maybe her agent or something? This was what you hoped anyway, not really liking the idea of this specimen of male perfection having anything at all to do with your mom on a more personal level.
Forgetting about him for now though as he drove away, spotting that the automatic gates hadn't yet shut, you figured that if you were quick you might just be able to sneak in before they did - and you were right!
"Well, I guess there's no harm in surprising her now," you chuckled, parking your car where that other dude's had just been and making your way up towards the front door.
Giving it a knock, you then heard your mother's amused sounding voice call out a moment later. "You really better have forgotten something mister!" she laughed as you saw a figure in a silky white robe appear through the glass, and begin heading your way, "Cause if this is just some lame plan to get me back into bed for round three, you've got another thing coming..."
It was at this point that you suddenly noticed that not only was your mother's long black hair all messy and tussled - like she'd just woken up - but that her robe was hanging loose too, displaying a good chunk of her incredible naked body.
"Oh my God! Tim...?" she shrieked, realizing it was you, her hands moving quickly to cover herself up as a flash of red appeared in her face, "What...What are you doing here?!"
Feeling almost as equally as embarrassed, as well as shocked - it being pretty obvious now that the tanned dude in the car and your mom had being 'doing it' - you averted your eyes and stammered awkwardly for a moment as you actually tried to remember. "I uh...I'm sorry," you told her, still from behind the door, "I just thought I'd...I'd surprise you, that's all."
"Well you did!" she told you, pulling tight the tie in her robe and opening the door - peering around the driveway as she did. "I was...well, I was expecting someone else. How on earth did you get in here?"
Admitting that, "I...I waited for that other guy to leave and then I drove in behind him." your mother's focus returned again to you, as she regained some of her composure and quickly beckoned you through the door.
"Yes, well. You really should have called," she replied, looking more than a little annoyed, "Anyone might have seen you!"
"I did call. I've been calling since Yesterday, but you never answered."
"That's probably because I was busy."
"With that guy?" you questioned, pushing your own embarrassment aside for the moment as you followed her through into the living room, **** now to discover just what had been going on.
Stopping in her tracks and turning again to face you (giving you a look like she didn't really appreciate your tone), your mother then said, "That 'guy' is called Jackson," - this name being instantly recognizable to you as the friend Summer had been trying to get her to hook up with the last time you were here. "And yes, the two of us did spend the day together if you must know."
Although you could pretty much work out the rest by yourself - what with 'Jackson' driving away with a big grin on his face and your mom coming to the door practically naked - you were still holding out hope that the two of them had simply been going over a porn scene or something (like her and Summer had) as you asked, "Together?...You mean like on a date?"
This hope was quickly squashed though, as your mother - looking a little nervous and embarrassed again - responded, "Yes, on a date. Jackson and I...well, we're sort of seeing each other now."
Your brain just about went into meltdown after you heard this, not quite being able to compute.
"You're seeing him?!...Buh-but...who the hell is he?"
"He was a friend of Stephanie's, and now he's a friend of mine - who's actually been really good to me these last few months."
Though this may have been true, and though your only exposure to Jackson had been a fleeting glance as he drove past you in his car, you'd honestly never quite hated anyone as much as you now hated him - wanting desperately to punch him in his incredibly smug, asshole looking face! How could she even date a guy like that? And why? She'd told Summer she wasn't interested in him before, so why now then had she suddenly changed her mind? It didn't make any sense!
"Sweetheart, don't look so surprised. I'm a free woman now remember. You're father has made it quite clear he doesn't want anything to do with me, and I don't want to be stuck on my own all my life. So I've decided to move on. Can't you just be happy for me?"
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